In a world where killing was same as breathing, Can love be found? .. When they lose the only sunshine of their dark life will they still believe in love? .. "I have lived my life in the path of blood never wavering, resolutely moving forward so why do I hesitate and question myself the moment the I look to those blue eyes?" .. "We died inside the moment we lose her never dreaming of loving someone again, but why couldn't we stop thinking of those lonely eyes" .. "She was her opposite, she wasn't like her- bubbly, innocent and sweet, -instead she was detached and unfeeling yet we can't stop thinking of her?" This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.